This is a song about "Left"

Friend after friend left me

Bitch, they call it motor city

Got nothing left to say

But i dont never play

Promises that had us left assured

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

That was good shit, is there any left

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Never to the left i go

Then take it down slow